|Race||Human, Carrib League|
|Primary Role||Weapon Specialist/Armorer|
Unwared edgeomancer weapon spec. Drifer Az-Am war merc, looking for work in the shadows.
Try to be inconspicuous, the less people notice you, the less they want to shoot you.
Less bodies mean less blood feuds
"The only good Azzie is a dead Azzie."
"Only a drekhead says something like 'Nothing personal, its just biz.', but I am a drekhead."
"I have commitment issues, I keep backing out halfway through these murder-suicide pacts"
-Analytical Mind: Shootman with a brain
-Perfect Time: Really, really good at juggling all those magazines and whatnot.
-Consummate Pro: The most embarrassing part of freelance work is usually your teammates. Don't make things even worse.
-Sensitive system: While the quality allows cyber at double essence cost, for Hurricane, RP wise, it means even a datajack would kill him with an autoimmune response.
Some of us get mojo handed to them, some get cyber. The rest of us just get good.
I never wanted an immune system that treats any augs as the second coming of VITAS, and I didn't mean to lose that full scholarship to uni, its just that my sister's boyfriend happened to be a complete piece of abusive drek and also a creep that was 15 years older than her, and there were some ork boys in Hialeah that could use some nuyen. These facts are unrelated, and it was probably unintended for him to actually die. Or at least, for him to be in multiple pieces all over downtown. The whole "accessory to murder" thing couldn't be proven (Breeder privilege yo), when the whole "trog savages running wild" narrative was a lot more socially acceptable, but the college wasn't having any of that. Fragging liberals, man.
So I did what any upstanding young citizen does when getting back a psych eval that clearly reads "Psychopathic tendencies," I got a job working with people, specifically prison guarding. That was its own set of issues, I mean, its hard to look intimidating to hardened cons in a private prison when you're a scrawny 18 year old human, so I had to make up for it with enthusiasm. Shock hands and batons are god's gift to us tinier metahumans; the trick is to keep holding it even after they're down, to the point where the onlookers can smell hints of Long Pork cooking in the air. I didn't have too many problems after that.
Gunderson started going tits up after awhile, so I looked farther afield. Turns out various private naval officers were looking for someone with a technical background and questionable empathy. Picked up some good shooting skills, and keeping gear running is always practical experience. One thing led to another and there I am in Bogata as the Azzies close in. Fun times. Anywhoo, Seattle is my latest stop, I love traveling. I'm interested in learning how to operate in places with a semifunctional police force again.
I ain't wired, and I ain't got mojo, but I ain't dead yet, either.
Appearance and Style
- Meat: Hello, I'm nobody, generic human male, age 25-35, pleased to meet you.
- Astral form: A shadowrunner mundane with a complete, unwared aura. Might lead to questions.
- Matrix persona: Currently set to a character from a popular cartoon marketed to gross manchildren, which is great. Its him. He's the target audience.
- Styles and symbols known for: Know the right amount of force and apply it in exactly the right place. Have at least two backup plans. Be quiet when possible, but sometimes the obvious, violence choice is the right one.
Smartass, but tries to reign it in these days. Hurricane focuses on getting the job done with a minimum of fuss. He's not a nice guy, but he doesn't let that be an excuse for being a psychotic monster. Besides, that's just bad for business.
Make money, stay alive, see the difference between merc work and running, live in a place with running water and heat/air.
Octavio Gonzalez r 4
Driver, Firearm, Shock Glove, Bounty Hunter, all at 4.